Author's Note: Thank you to all of my fans that have stuck with me through this story. I regret deleting this story and putting it on hold, but I can finally say that it's done, and that I'm happy with the way that it turned out. When I first had the idea formulating in my head, I invisioned a few more overprotective moments from Zayn or some more sweet moments with Niall, but as it was actually coming together, I think this is a good way for me to end this short-story. So once again, I'd like to say thank-you for taking the time to read my stories, and I hope you enjoyed it/them. Until next time... --Ekat =)
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Zoey’s P.O.V. (Six Months Later)
“Step away Horan!” my best friend called across the tour bus. Right now, the boys and I are on tour in America. It’s like a whole other world over here, and the sites here are amazing. We’re on our way to this town that I can’t even remember, and Niall and I are all snuggled up on the couch, kissing…which would explain why Zayn’s yelling at Niall to get away from me. Yeah…Zayn still doesn’t like it when Zayn kisses me, even though we’ve been together for six months. When Niall and I came back from the tea shop and told everyone, I thought Zayn was going to have a heart attack.
“Mine,” Niall playfully glared, narrowing his eyes as he wrapped his arms around me…very tightly. The sad thing is that this isn’t the first time that Zayn and Niall have done this. Eh, I get amazing hugs from Niall, so I guess I’m okay with it.
When it came time for me to fly back home to Bradford at the end of the summer, I didn’t want to leave Niall. Quite honestly, I didn’t know who wanted me to stay more: me, Zayn, Niall, or even the boys for providing entertainment between the other two lads. In the end, I decided that I didn’t want to leave London. I was already of legal age, and I wasn’t really planning on going to University, since school wasn’t really my thing.
So, Niall asked me if I wanted to move in with him. As imagined, Zayn had a cow; a major one at that. Somehow, I got him to calm down, and agree to it. I’m pretty sure it had something to do with me threatening him with never being able to have kids or something. I don’t know; it would just be speculation. One thing I made clear to Niall though when I moved in was that I didn’t want him paying for anything. Despite his protests about being able to support me, I was not going to be one of those people that lived off of their boyfriends, and come off as a gold digger. Sorry, but that’s not my style.
I managed to get a job as a part time web-designer which didn’t pay that much. However, when the boys stole my laptop, and looked through my designs and such, they put a good word in with their management, and now I help manage their website. Niall was happy about this, because it’s another thing we can talk about together. And lucky for me, my job also allowed me to “work from home”, so I was allowed to travel the world with the boys for their “Take Me Home” tour. Needless to say, it’s been a hectic ride, but with these boys, it’s worth it.
Niall’s P.O.V.
The last six months have been absolutely incredible. Ever since Zoey agreed to be my girlfriend, everything just seems to be every better. I know it makes me sound all sappy, but it’s true. When I used to see the boys with their girlfriends, I’ll admit it, it was frustrating. They always suggested friends of theirs for me, but I wasn’t interested. I wanted to find the right girl on my own…kind of ironic that I’m dating the one friend Zayn didn’t suggest to me; his best friend. But now I see why the boys act like such love-sick puppies all the time. It’s because no matter what the person does, they’ll always find a way to make you smile, and anything they do you will find adorable.
“Hey mate,” Harry said, sitting by my side as we were waiting on the rest of the gang to finish getting ready to head to the concert hall.
“Hey Haz,” I reply, laying my head on his shoulder. Most people would probably be weirded out by my behavior, but the other lads are used to it by now; at least I would hope so after being together for three whole years.
“So how are you and Zoey doing?” Harry asks, and I can’t help but smile. Harry and I have gotten really close on this last tour, and he’s kind of a gossiper, always wanting to know the latest updates with Zoey and I’s relationship.
“We’re doing good Haz,” I answer with a soft smile, thinking about Zoey…and there I go again. Anything I talk or think about always brings me back to her. I just hope we don’t turn into one of those obnoxious, annoying couples that all of their friends want to kill. But know the two of us, I don’t think we’ll have any problem with that.
“So have you two had sex yet?” Harry blurts out like its casual, everyday talk, making me choke on my drink.
“Harry!” I scold once I stop coughing, while he just sits there with an innocent look on his face. Ugh, these boys are going to be the end of me.
Zoey’s P.O.V. (After the Concert)
“So have you two had sex yet?” Zayn asks as we head down the tunnel to the tour bus. I look at him with a crazy expression, hoping he knows that he’s just lost his mind. “What; I thought normal best friends talked to each other about these kinds of things.”
“Yeah, but you’re not normal Zayn,” I tease, sticking my tongue out, which he rolls his eyes at.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Zayn states, getting serious. Ugh, seriously?
“It’s none of your business,” I shot back, earning a growl from Zayn.
“Zo-Zo, how am I supposed to protect you if you don’t tell me everything that you go through?” Zayn asks, making me angrier.
“Zayn, you don’t have to protect me from people,” I say, throwing my hands in the air. “You never saw me going around town, punching people in the face for kissing you. I love you Zayn, but stay out of it.”
“No!” Zayn shouts, his volume increasing to match mine. However, before he can say anything, the rest of the boys come pull us apart. He’s lucky, because I was about two seconds from clawing his eyes out.
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Still Zoey’s P.O.V. (A few hours later on the tour bus)
“So are you going to stay mad at him?” Niall asked me as we snuggled into our bunk on the bus. The bunks weren’t all that big, but I can’t say that I’m too upset about being squished up against Niall, seeing as how he has a really nice body and smells really good too.
“No,” I tell Niall, resting my head on his chest. “I can never stay mad at him.”
We say our goodnights, and right before I hear a voice call my name.
“Zo-Zo,” Zayn whispers, obviously trying not to wake the others up. “I’m really sorry you know.”
“I know, and I forgive you,” I smile, knowing that he’s smiling too, even though I can’t see him in the darkness.
“Goodnight Zo-Zo,” he whispers, more energy in his tone.
“Goodnight Zaynie,” I whisper back, cuddling up even more with Niall.
You know, these last six months with Niall and the boys have been amazing. And to think, I wouldn’t even know them, or be in relationship with one of them if it wasn’t for my overprotective, best friend.
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